Tear Stained Mattress (Eyeless Jack)
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Last published Thu, Dec 3, 2015
I've been mentally insane for ages now; and my bloody knife had stuck with me. It started when I was fifteen, I had lost control. Now I strive for blood, eager too end someones life with a flick of a wrist. I'll cut off their ears, and slice them in two. Nothing will get in my way, except for one thing. A blood covered, eyeless killer.
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